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Two things. One, I'm one of the flight officers now. Name's Clint Barton.

Second... Still looking for some materials. If anyone has an extra mattress you don't want, I'll take it off your hands. Old winter coats, scraps of clothes from home you'd like to see someone tear up? I'll take those, too.

[He is about to end the feed when he has an additional thought:]

If you see a little dark-haired kid in a suit in places he's not supposed to be, let me know. He answers to "Anthony".

[Satisfied now, Clint slings a quiver of arrows and a sleek black bow over his shoulder before shutting off the transmission.]

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Did anyone else have an issue with those masks? I haven't felt right since those things showed up.

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Thank you.

[She steps in, giving his room a glance around before looking back at him. After a moment she tilts her head to the side, and decides to bring something else up before asking where he's been keeping the mask.]

You look like someone gave you some bad news. Is something else wrong?

Actions have consequences. Who knew.

[He motions for her to sit before clearing some things out in the room. The purple uniform he'd rather forget is quickly stashed away, and in its stead, he holds the mask.]

Mm.

[Wanda takes a seat when he offers one wordlessly, watching him put the uniform away. She recognizes it of course, but he's not wearing it which is good, really, especially with that giant target on his forehead.

The appearance of the mask quickly draws her attention, however, and she holds out her hand for it immediately.]

Here, I'll take it off your hands.

[He tosses it to her, aiming right for her hands--gently, of course.]

Look familiar?

[She takes the mask and oh, yes, she absolutely recognizes it. It's similar to the one with his most recent uniform by her reckoning, with some minor alterations.

Knowing what he was like when he wore that uniform, how he behaved, his general attitude, she can't find it difficult to see his behavior being altered by such a thing.]

I'm surprised you put it on at all, considering.

[Considering he didn't seem like the same man she'd remembered then.]

I don't know why I put it on.

[He gives the thing a venomous glare.]

I just did. But that's not me anymore. That mask. The way it made me act. The things I saw.

[Her reply is soft.]

No, it isn't at all.

[And she's very glad for that fact. It's somewhat of a relief to see that he's moved on from the grief that made him behave the way he had. Wanda runs her fingers over the mask, and after a moment sets it beside her.]

I'll keep it safe and away from you, so you won't have to worry about it any longer, Clint.

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[He eyes it like it's made of sentient lava. There's just something about it that makes his skin crawl, especially now that his uniform's been returned to him.]

I hope you can. I don't need that, not here. Not anywhere.

[Oddly, it's a more open, honest, one-on-one conversation than they've ever had before. Strange new social territory, despite their being teammates for as long as they had been.

She looks up at him, expression full of some understanding and entirely intent.]

You can trust me. I'll take care of it for you, I promise.

I know. Part of the team, yeah?

[He's a different man, now. And the world is a different place.

Besides... Laura always did like Wanda.]

[She smiles then, though it doesn't reach her eyes.]

Dead or alive, it would seem, yes.

[Taking a deep breath, Wanda sighs. It's been over a week since her arrival, over a week since remembering her death, and no, she still doesn't know what to make of it or what to do with the knowledge.]

[Don't smile if you don't mean it.]

Alive. You're stuck with us, like it or not.

[Her smile broadens then, more genuine this time in reaction to that answer.]

Then I suppose it's a good thing I like it.

[The being alive thing still feels debatable but it's hardly anything she can argue with him.]

[That makes him smile.]

You don't have that many options just yet, anyway.

No, perhaps not, though a member of SEC does want to sit down and talk.

[After enjoying a brief verbal dance with Miles she'd agreed to it, though Wanda didn't actively feel like joining a team just yet. Wasn't she already part of one?]

Talk? Yeah, tell me what comes of that.

[Can you tell he's unimpressed?]

[She sure can.]

Of course. Is there anything I should know before speaking with him?

Who was it you were talking to?

Miles Edgeworth. A lawyer.

I've never spoken to him. But if he's a lawyer, watch what you say.

Yes of course. That goes without saying.

[She can handle herself around him, and really he's proving a formidable opponent which is, well, entertaining for her.]

[Clint smiles. He didn't even need to say that to Wanda of all people. If anyone knows how to be obnoxiously diplomatic, it's her.]

So if we have one hand in flight, one hand in sec, and a third... we can get Tony into some science or engineering... we'll be set.

[Obnoxiously diplomatic, a skillful linguist, to-may-to-, to-mah-to.]

So you think I should consider joining then?

[She tilts her head, watching him carefully, but with her next sentence comes a wave of her hand.]

I would wonder if there would be concerns about...split loyalties or something.

If it suits you. See what he says. Why're you worried about split loyalties, though?

As I see it, I'm already part of a team.

[She shrugs her shoulders lightly.]

The question becomes, what happens if I join a ship-crew and suddenly these two teams I'm part of come into conflict?

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